So many of those aspects of a "normal" life had been utterly lost to the were-feline. He had never been on a vacation. He had never had to pack anything in his life. He had never had to purchase clothes or fret over what he wore on any singular particular day. His world had once had every singular moment dictated with such meticulousness, he had spent years confined to that feline form - with the exception of those mornings when the French fae had visited him. It was only now that he had established some level of distance between himself and that vile woman that Tetradore found himself playing catch-up on those life experiences, this was surely just another effort to reclaim his own life. He could hardly blame Matteo in the man's insistence to ensure he prepared for that trip to France all the same, even so, he could hardly help that sounds of exasperation that left his lips as the Frenchman continued to insist exactly what he expected of the Alpha. His cheek rested against the palm of his hand in an almost boyish pout of sorts. He would ensure he packed properly for the event, even despite his own indignation of having to be told how to do so.

His emerald eyes slid towards those silver hued irises at the sound of that singular word. The were-feline, however, was quick to change the topic of that conversation, instead bringing up that wedding he knew well Matteo must have some level of enthusiasm over, even if Tetradore himself did not. That pointed silence he was given only caused Tetradore's gaze to steel and yet, the man altogether refused to speak of whatever emotions still gripped him at that invitation that had long been overdue. Thankfully, that unspoken challenge hardly went on long before Matteo picked up that new line of conversation. He hardly expected, however, for Raven to be the true topic of conversation. Though he did hold some fondness for the girl, it was an eternal source of frustration for him too how terribly indecisive she could be when it came to their own relationship, as trifling as such a thing was. One moment, she was capable of informing him how meaningful he was to their pack or embracing him in a hug only for the very next moment to flinch away at his touch or regard him with some marked weariness. It was that, surely, that kept Tetradore at a distance - and why should it not when she regarded him with the same fear so many did for most of his life?

Tetradore was altogether blunt in his assurance that Raven's demeanor towards Matteo was hardly peculiar in any fashion. He watched as the fae Frenchman offered him a small shrug in return, the kind of which he often felt inclined to give at the topic of Raven. "It depends on the day." He offered in return, entirely aware of just how accurate Matteo was. She was an extremely judgmental woman. "Though if she ever finds herself alone with you, do not be surprised if she gives you those very words." For all the fear that might at times beset the woman, she was equally as capable of berating another all the same. Tetradore himself was certain he had avoided such a thing altogether if only for her weariness around him. Women - they were so dreadfully vexing. Tetradore hardly offered a word to his companion at the mention of his closest companion. Energetic, after all, hardly started to even describe the boy. Rather, it was the very mention of Frost that finally coaxed a true reaction from the were-King, his metaphorical hackles raising at the simple discussion of all that lay before Frost.

Even though Tetradore now held some sort of amiable relationship with the were-steed, he could hardly help the emotions that so assaulted him still with the man. He hardly hated the man, per say, but it had hardly escaped his notice just how favorable Frost's future had become. Had Tetradore not fought enough for some break in his own fate? It simply wasn't fair. That gruffness in his own tone surely gave away how utterly disgruntled he was at the topic, despite the compliment upon Frost's good luck. His lips pressed together even despite Matteo's insistence that his newfound alliance was a good choice. Even despite those emotions, Tetradore was hardly above being reasonable. In fact, he was distinctly aware that Frost's closeness to the Hunter Council would only serve to be a benefit in the event of his own death and Frost's need to deal with the fall out of such. At the very least, perhaps it would coax the council to see too the death of Risque and her constituents. A small shrug crossed his shoulders in response. "I guess." He muttered simply.

He hardly expected the sudden change of the topic away from the man that prompted his own frigid exterior to those affinities he had developed within his freedom from the vampire queen. That sudden teasing poking out of Matteo's tongue immediately prompted a reaction from the were-King as he so impishly reached out to push his companion's shoulder with that idle comment to shut up. He watched as Matteo suddenly rose to his feet with the insistence to see that ability here and now. Tetradore was hardly perturbed by that command, after all he had used that teleportation enough to become rather at ease with it. However, he knew well that his own affinity was all but....well...lacking in some aspects when compared to the veritable master of teleportation himself. He placed his own cup down on that coffee table, slowly moving to his own feet as Matteo disappeared from at his side, only for the fellow's voice to reverberate behind him. He turned to face his companion, that ball within the Frenchman's hands caused his eyebrow to raise and yet, it was hardly difficult to put those pieces together. "I can't -" Those words hardly finished leaving his lips before Matteo had thrown that ball, his eyes widened ever so slightly as he beckoned to those very shadows that facilitated that teleportation.

By the time Tetradore reappeared, his back was against the wall, that piece of architecture clearly taken into consideration, much less where the ball would be in the arch. It was quite in the last moment that he was able to catch it before it hit the floor and yet - at least he'd gotten it, right? Those sudden questions he was pelted with, however, prompted an almost sheepish look across his features. "I....haven't really tried going anywhere out of the city..." He admitted, raising his hand to rub at the back of his neck. "I can take people....and things. I took my car with me once but....it takes time." Those shadows, after all, had to cover the whole car and even thing, bringing those larger, complex objects with him tended to be exhausting. "I'm not as good as you ....yet." He uttered with a grin, tossing the ball towards his desk in the process.